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Ed Mini-Story Time:
Lisa and I had Fred out yesterday for a nice drive up to Church Hill for weekly shopping. We took backroads for a change;
recent weather in these parts having been downright gorgeous and all, it made for a really nice drive - even with my usual sawing
at the wheel (manual steering) on these curvy, hilly roads and all.
The car has been running quite well as of late, especially since I recently put a set of unobtanium J11 Champions in him and did
a few spark plug cable repairs and such - dare I say, the best that Fred has ever ran?
It drove yesterday so beautifully that it occured to me:
After 14+ years of fixing, replacing, mending most every mechanical part on him...that dare I say it?
Fred was d-o-n-e. As in completed.
There, I whispered it...
Then, the next thing occured to me:
I'd always said that if the car ever really got d-o-n-e, that I'd be right behind it - what with me spending so much
time working on it between medical trevails ("therapy") while healing myself and all.
As such, as long as the car needed more work, I'd still be around to see to it eventually, too, right?
Well...
If what I've always said is really true - if the car is now d-o-n-e - I suppose that would mean I am too, eh?
It does stand to reason, in light of recent events I suppose:
- Career over - it was d-o-n-e with me before I was done with it; forced into early retirement in lieu of younger folks - hello, Social Security!
- Health battles d-o-n-e - what I got left is all there is, no further improvements possible, "accelerated aging" in high gear now
- Heck, some days even Lisa is d-o-n-e with me (can't blame her)
- Home/property/vehicle repairs/projects d-o-n-e (didn't want to leave a mess)
I sensed a theme at this point.... with all roads leading to me being d-o-n-e.
There was no emotional angle to it, just a supposedly logical thought progression that lead to a "d-o-n-e" conclusion.
A sobering thought for sure, from a fella always accused by those who know me of thinking too much ("over-thinking") eh?
This crap could get sort of depressing, though....
Fortunately, there was still another 15 minutes left in the drive until we reached our destination, leaving plenty of time
for my over-thinking (albeit, age-addled) brain to continue this train of thought:
Of course! Salvation via yet more conclusions based on "logic" arrived...
Old cars never really ARE totally d-o-n-e (it's a hobby, right??)
And Fred's front end COULD use a rebuild....so maybe he isn't quite d-o-n-e just yet, after all.
So, by my own inference...just maybe - neither am I?
Lisa and I had Fred out yesterday for a nice drive up to Church Hill for weekly shopping. We took backroads for a change;
recent weather in these parts having been downright gorgeous and all, it made for a really nice drive - even with my usual sawing
at the wheel (manual steering) on these curvy, hilly roads and all.
The car has been running quite well as of late, especially since I recently put a set of unobtanium J11 Champions in him and did
a few spark plug cable repairs and such - dare I say, the best that Fred has ever ran?
It drove yesterday so beautifully that it occured to me:
After 14+ years of fixing, replacing, mending most every mechanical part on him...that dare I say it?
Fred was d-o-n-e. As in completed.
There, I whispered it...
Then, the next thing occured to me:
I'd always said that if the car ever really got d-o-n-e, that I'd be right behind it - what with me spending so much
time working on it between medical trevails ("therapy") while healing myself and all.
As such, as long as the car needed more work, I'd still be around to see to it eventually, too, right?
Well...
If what I've always said is really true - if the car is now d-o-n-e - I suppose that would mean I am too, eh?
It does stand to reason, in light of recent events I suppose:
- Career over - it was d-o-n-e with me before I was done with it; forced into early retirement in lieu of younger folks - hello, Social Security!
- Health battles d-o-n-e - what I got left is all there is, no further improvements possible, "accelerated aging" in high gear now
- Heck, some days even Lisa is d-o-n-e with me (can't blame her)
- Home/property/vehicle repairs/projects d-o-n-e (didn't want to leave a mess)
I sensed a theme at this point.... with all roads leading to me being d-o-n-e.
There was no emotional angle to it, just a supposedly logical thought progression that lead to a "d-o-n-e" conclusion.
A sobering thought for sure, from a fella always accused by those who know me of thinking too much ("over-thinking") eh?
This crap could get sort of depressing, though....
Fortunately, there was still another 15 minutes left in the drive until we reached our destination, leaving plenty of time
for my over-thinking (albeit, age-addled) brain to continue this train of thought:
Of course! Salvation via yet more conclusions based on "logic" arrived...
Old cars never really ARE totally d-o-n-e (it's a hobby, right??)
And Fred's front end COULD use a rebuild....so maybe he isn't quite d-o-n-e just yet, after all.
So, by my own inference...just maybe - neither am I?